roar. Quick speed the Volscians, carrying in level line
their penthouse of shields, and strive to fill the moat and
pluck down the palisade. Some look about for an access,
and fain would scale the walls with ladders, where the line
of defence is thin, and the ring of men, not too closely set, 30
shows a gleaming interval. The Teucrians, on their part,
shower missiles of every sort, and repulse the assailants
with strong poles, taught by a long war’s experience how
to guard their walls. Stones, too, they kept rolling of fatal
bulk, in hope to break through the foe’s sheltered ranks, 35